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... met became terminal, he whipped up a hand -- and latched a rope of Fog onto the underside of the crystal platform.
His fall became a swing, his face resolute as he rode the momentum and flipped up back onto the other side of the arena. For the briefest moment, he was right behind an unaware Aclima -- and right behind the wall of this Curse Cloud she’d suddenly erected. If he was going to get an opportunity, it wouldn’t be much better than this.
The broken sword was still in his h ...
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